RACHEL MARSHALL.

The letter to Courtland was more brief, but just as expressive:

MR. PAUL COURTLAND:

DEAR FRIEND.--You're a dear boy and I'm proud that
my son had you for a friend.

(When Courtland read that letter he winced at that sentence and saw
himself once more standing in the hall in front of Stephen Marshall's
room, holding the garments of those who persecuted him.)

I have written Bonnie Brentwood, telling her how much we
want her, and I am going to town in the morning to get some
things to fix up a pretty room for her. I thank you for
thinking I was a good mother. Father and I are both quite
proud about it. We are very lonely and are glad to have a
daughter for as long as she will stay. But, anyway, if we
hadn't wanted her, we could not have said no when you asked
for Christ's sake. Father says we are returning the check
because we want to do this for Bonnie ourselves; then there
won't be anything to cover up. Father says if you have begun
this way you will find plenty of ways to spend that money
for Christ and let us look after this one little girl. We've
sent her mileage and some money, and we're going to try to
make her happy. And some day we would be very happy if you
would come out and visit us. I should like to know you for
my dear Stephen's sake. You are a dear boy, and I want to
know you better. I am glad you have found our Christ. Father
thinks so too. Thank you for thinking I would understand.

Lovingly,
MOTHER MARSHALL.

But after all that excitement Mother Marshall could not sleep. She lay
quietly beside Father in the old four-poster and planned all about that
room. She must get Sam Carpenter to put in some little shelves each side
of the windows, and a wide locker between for a window-seat, and she
would make some pillows like those in the magazine pictures. She
pictured how the girl would look, a dozen times, and what she would say,
and once her heart was seized with fear that she had not made her letter
cordial enough. She went over the words of the young man's letter as
well as she could remember them, and let her heart soar and be glad that
Stephen had touched one life and left it better for his being in the
university that little time.

Once she stirred restlessly, and